An Heir For The Prince. Rebecca Winters

Чтение книги онлайн.

СКАЧАТЬ you mind if I ask what it is you do for your brother? I’ve often wondered what a crown prince’s daily routine is really like.”

      “Let me put it this way. On top of working with the ministers while he runs the complex affairs of our country on a daily basis, Stasio has at least four hundred events to attend or oversee during a year’s time. That’s more than one a day where he either gives a speech, entertains international dignitaries, attends openings or christens institutions, all while promoting the general welfare of Hellenica.”

      “It’s very clear his life isn’t his own. Neither is yours, obviously. Where did you go today after our session with Zoe?”

      Alex was surprised and pleased she’d given him that much thought. “I had to fly to one of the islands in the north to witness the installation of the new president of the Thracian college and say a few words in Stasio’s place. I should have stayed for the dinner, but I told them I had another engagement I couldn’t miss.” Alex had wanted to eat dinner with her. He enjoyed her company.

      “Do you like your work? I know that probably sounds like an absurd question, but I’m curious.”

      “Like all work, it has its good and bad moments, but if I were honest I’d have to say that for the most part I enjoy it—very much, in fact, when something good happens that benefits the citizenry. After a lot of work and negotiations, four new hospitals will be under construction shortly. One of them will be a children’s hospital. Nothing could please me more.”

      “Does Zoe know about this hospital? Do you share some of the wonderful things you do when you’re with her?”

      Her question surprised him. “Probably not as much as I should,” he answered honestly.

      “The reason I asked is because if she understood what kinds of things take up your time when you’re away from her, she’d be so proud of you and might not feel as much separation anxiety when you’re apart.”

      He looked at her through shuttered eyes. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were a psychiatrist.”

      She let out a gentle laugh. “Hardly. You appear to have an incredible capacity to carry your brother’s load as well as your own and still see to your daughter’s needs. I’m so impressed.”

      “But?”

      “I didn’t say anything.”

      “You didn’t have to. It’s there in your expression. If I ate dinner with my daughter every evening, her speech would come faster.”

      “Maybe a little, but I can see you’re already burning the candle at both ends out of concern for your country and necessity. It would be asking too much of you when you’re already making time for her teaching sessions.” She sat back. “I’m so sorry you lost your wife, who must have been such a help to you. It must have been a terrible time for you.”

      “It was, but I had Zoe. Her smiling face made me want to get up in the morning when I didn’t think I could.”

      Moisture filmed her eyes. “I admire you for the wonderful life you’re giving her.”

      “She’s worth everything to me. You do what you have to do. Don’t forget I’ve had a lot of help from family and the staff.”

      “Even so, your little Zoe adores you. It means whatever you’re doing is working.” She pushed herself away from the table and got to her feet. “Good night, Your Highness. No, no. Don’t get up. Enjoy that second cup of coffee in peace.

      “What with worrying about your grandmother, too, you deserve a little pampering. From my vantage point, no one seems to be taking care of you. In all the fairy tales I read as a child, they went to the castle and lived happily ever after. Until now I never thought about the prince’s welfare.”

      Her comment stunned him before she walked out of the dining room.

      Two nights later, while Alex was going over a new schedule he’d been working out with his internal affairs minister, a maid came into his office with a message. He wasn’t surprised when he heard what was wrong. In fact he’d half been expecting it.

      “If you’ll excuse me.”

      “Of course, Your Highness.”

      Pleased that he’d been able to arrange his affairs so he could eat dinner with Zoe and Dottie from now on, he got up from the desk and headed for Zoe’s bedroom. He heard crying before he opened the door. Poor Sofia was trying to calm his blotchy-faced daughter, who took one look at him and flung herself against his body.

      Alex gathered her in his arms. “What’s the matter?” he asked, knowing full well what was wrong. She’d been having the time of her life since Dottie had come to the palace and she didn’t want the fun to stop.

      Sofia shook her head. “She was asleep, and then suddenly she woke up with a nightmare. I haven’t been able to quiet her down, Your Highness. She doesn’t want me to help her anymore.”

      “I understand. It’s all right. You can retire now. Thank you.”

      After she went into the next room, where she’d been sleeping lately, Zoe cried, “I want my mommy.”

      She’d never asked for her mother before. From time to time they’d talked about Teresa. He’d put pictures around so she would always know what her mother looked like, but this was different. He pulled one of them off the dresser and put it in her hand. To his shock, she pushed the photo away. “I want Dot. She’s my mommy.”

      Alex was aghast. His daughter had shortened Dottie’s name, but the sound that came out would make no sense to anyone except Alex, who understood it perfectly. “No, Zoe. Dottie’s your teacher.”

      She had that hysterical look in her eyes. “No—she’s my mommy. Where did she go?”

      “Your mommy’s in heaven.”

      “No—” She flung her arms around his neck. “Get my mommy!”

      “I can’t, Zoe.”

      “Has she gone?” The fright in her voice stunned him. Alex grabbed the photograph. “This is your mommy. She went to heaven, remember?” “Is Dot in heaven?”

      Obviously his daughter’s dreaming had caused her to awaken confused. “Dottie is your teacher and she went to her room, but she’s not your mommy.”

      “Yes, she is.” She nodded. “She’s my new mommy!” she insisted before breaking down in sobs.

       New?

      “I want her! Get her, Daddy! Get her!” she begged him hysterically.

      Feeling his panic growing, he pulled out his cell phone to call Hector.

      “Your Highness?”

      “Finds Mrs. Richards and tell her to come to Zoe’s suite immediately.”

      “I’ll take care of it now.”

      Alex could be thankful there was no one more efficient than Hector СКАЧАТЬ